I call this 'guy' Roscoe. He is always there to welcome me home. I would always forget about Roscoe on my way out of 'town' to a bigger town that sold food! I am always on my way home from the grocery store when I think about stopping and taking a photograph, but then I remembered I had bought ice cream. Well this day was hot for Colorado but I decided that Roscoe had more clout than the cookie dough ice cream. I got out of my Wrangler, took a couple of shots, went home where my son, Chase, and I took care of the whole 1/2 gallon of ice cream straight from the carton, two spoons of course.